Hazbin Hotel Archangel Gabriel Novels & Stories

Hours Ago: When the Prisoners escaped: In the most hidden, forgotten chambers, the Archangels sat in their brilliant cages. Alone from the others, Gabriel was enclosed in a prison of silver laced with Sanctis Venin—the Holy Bane. The poison, designed by Na’ara from the essence of her corruption, demon blood, and a tear of a mortal saint, burned through his angelic vessels like molten fire. His wings, pierced by great nails coated with the same venom, drooped in agonizing defeat.

The pulsating hearts did not bring him encouragement. “Please, hear me out before you say anything, okay?” Arabella nodded and waited for Gabriel to continue. “I am not human, I am an Arch-Angel.” Gabriel held his finger up to Arabella’s lips to keep her from talking. “This is hard enough as it is, Arabella. Please let me continue. “I am the Arch-Angel Gabriel. Once every century I was sent to guard the lower gate of hell. It was a special assignment that Mother asked for. Apparently, a couple of minions escaped and was raising cane with the Lorilies.”

Nicholas stood a few feet away. Watching. Not interrupting. When my sisters finally released me, I looked at Gabriel. He hadn’t moved. He was staring at the photograph of Angelo holding the newborn. “You remember giving her to him.” “Yes.” “Why Angelo?” Gabriel looked at me. “I trusted him.” I laughed. That came out sharper than intended. “You trusted Angelo Benardi?” “Then.” “What changed?” “Time.” “Specific.” Gabriel rubbed his jaw. “Angelo wasn’t the man you know now.”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

Unbeknownst to Maleficent, her gaze towards her mother softened though it sharpened when her gaze shifted to Gabriel the Faithful. “Young lord!” The envoy of Gabriel the Faithful who came with Angelo as a peacemaker gathered around the young guardian angel apprentice. Along the angels who had shred their disguised, the army of narakas and fallen angels led by the deceased Commandant Demonyo also surrounded the hostage taking scene even when the halfling prince and the Glutton heir were slumped behind them without a single fallen angel or a naraka but a young wounded jaguar.

He paused, then responded smoothly, "This is the initial phase of treatment. I am drawing the desire from deep within you. Only after it has been completely released can we truly begin to cure you." As strange as his words sounded, he was a doctor after all, so I had no choice but to trust him for now. Then, he crooked one finger and slowly traced it along the cleft of my rear. A jolt of electricity shot up from the base of my spine, sending waves of tingling, aching sensation through my entire back. The next second, his finger reached my…

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

He was on the same age as him or maybe younger, eyes gray. "The orb has chosen me, there is no need for them to come." "I see," the guardian smiled lizard like, bringing his hands at the back of his head, turning to face the other way. "You were one of Keisuke's tsundere character, huh? The one introduced as cold and dangerous. I bet you betrayed him and he expected that." "You seemed to hate the Angel of Death just by your tone of speaking his name." "Oh yes," Pika hissed, sobbing a laughter. "Me, a great Archangel getting reprimand by that stone cold bastard! Do you know how annoyed I am when that idiot giggles? I don't get why I have to do this for him!"

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.